After the mission: part five

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Hello my beautiful readers! Here's part five! "What?" They both said at the same time. "What do you mean?" Loid asked, brushing past him. Then, the phone rang. Loid rushed up to it and yanked it to his ear. "Loid Forger speaking. This is the Forger residence." Yor could only pick up little words from the phone as Loid spoke. Franky was biting and chipping his nails, screaming and stressing out. "This is all my fault...if I had never suggested you go on a date, Anya would be fine...if I hadnt...if I hadn't done it..." Loid put the phone done, his face pale. "Who was it? What'd they say?" Franky asked. Loid wobbled as he made his way to sit on the couch. "They have Anya. And they won't give her back without a fight." ---------- (-Anya's point of view-) It had been almost four hours since they put her in the cage. "Hey! Bad guys over there! Play with me! I'm soooo bored..." Anya called, pointing At a guard nearby. He grumbled in response. "If you don't, I'm gonna break out." She warned. The guard snickered and rolled his eyes. "Yeah? I'd like to see you try." Anya pouted and stuck her arm out. Then, slowly, her leg. "See?" She taunted, even though she couldn't fit her head through. The guard's jaw dropped. "Hey! Get back in there! The boss'll be REALLY mad if you escape!" ("And if she escapes...I'm done for!") "Heh." Anya stuck another leg out of the bars. "Hey!! Ok, ok, stopp!!! I'll play with you, just don't do that!!!" "Yaaaaayyy!!" -------- Loid was pulling his hair our looking back and forth between the minute Anya went to sleep and the minute they left. When could she have been kidnapped, if she was already gone that morning? Then it hit him: When Franky arrived that night. Franky could have just been a disguise...but if he was...that'd mean... Loid's hands moved on their own, directly to Franky's face. "Ouch! Hey! Stop that!" Yor gasped as Loid pulled as Franky's face. "Loid! What are you doing?" Hm. So it wasn't fake. Who else could have... And then it hit him. (Again) Yuri Briar. He was the only other person there. He MUST'VE been fake. Then, he snuck in before the door closed. But how? Maybe it was when.... Maybe.... Maybe, maybe, maybe. All the "maybes" and "what-if's" were hurting his head. He just needed a glass of water. He stood up from the couch. Yor peered at him from the kitchen. "Loid? You need something?" He smiled. "No, I'm fine. I'll get it myself-" But just as Loid headed for the kitchen, he didn't reach his destination. He collapsed to the floor, with a loud, "THUD!" Yor rushed from the kitchen, immediately calling out, "Loid!" She checked his pulse, which was fine. And he was breathing heavily, but it was fine all the more. "Oh my gosh..he's got a heavy fever...oh, what do I do? Anya's stuck in some nasty place having no fun...probably scared to death...and now Loid isn't feeling well..." She looked at Franky for help, but he had already taken off the. "Don't look at me!" Then, the door slammed behind him,leaving Yor alone with a sick (fake) husband, and a missing daughter. Then, she started weeping. The end! >:) No preview cuz it's gonna be a while anyways